airplanes awe city scenes
with drones sliding peversely
across the heart.
somewhere in this town
a boy practices hypnosis
to pull stars down before a discouraging brightness
reveals the color of sick, vermin eyes.
nightlife is calling lonely men
to court counting ladies
before they wrinkle and dry.
and the mosquitoes sleep under streetlamps
ready to dine on complacency
while the music relieves the living
from reliving the long yawn of yesterday.